the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Ravenous Flame is in the middle of what was once a field of sunflowers, but is now a scorched and barren plain, reducing the last few sunflowers to ash.
There’s a change in the direction of the wind. It gets stronger. The embers still smoldering the ground that aren’t part of the Ravenous flame are snuffed out.
a couple hundred feet away from the ravenous flame, a single sunflower emerges out of the ground.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
He approaches a bit closer.. “the rotman? Tell me about him.”
"sleeps....... under the earth........ always there........ created me......... waking up"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
the emmisarry is wandering the forest, infecting and rotting all wildlife it comes across
In the shadows, a pair of candlelight eyes appear, watching the emissary. They glow and flicker like flames, a bright amber color.
a skeletal bird, coverd in mushrooms flies over. "are.........you.........flesh?"
“Not flesh that can be blighted and rotten, no…“ it speaks, a voice like honey. The eyes disappear and appear somewhere else as the bird approaches.
more rotted animals appear, surrounding the emissary, protecting it. "everything.........rots..........in............the end"
“My flesh is woven with magic, I am unaging and immortal… nothing but cold iron can undo my flesh, and even then, wounds such as those heal… tell me, what are you?”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The whirling inferno sees the single sunflower appear and only hesitates for the briefest of moments before it charges at it, shrieking with rage as it covers a large amount of distance in a worryingly brief amount of time.
It quickly descends upon the sunflower and reduces it to ash. However, where the Inferno just was before charging towards the sunflower- is another sunflower. And another. And another. They sprout out of the ground one after another, fully grown and blooming.
It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
"and.......act.....as........an emmisarry"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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It only grows more furious, more hungry as it sees this, its flames growing brighter and burning larger. The blaze lets out a maddened howl as a wave of flames and radiance bursts out in every direction from it, scorching the earth in a 300-foot radius and incinerating any plant life in the area. Afterwards, its flames seem to dim for a few seconds before it quickly regains its strength.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In the distance, just out of the range of the inferno, stands Julius. “Such… madness.” He whispers to himself. He seems… almost frightened of The Ravenous Flame, ready to flee at any moment.
“Oh? An emissary for what?”
"rotman" a cold wind blows through the woods
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He approaches a bit closer.. “the rotman? Tell me about him.”
The Ravenous Flame notices the Harvest Prince, staring back at him with its nine blazing orbs of stolen starlight. There is a vague familiarity to its madness... to its frenzy.
It doesn't rush at Julius immediately like one would expect- it's a maddened, starving beast, but it's also a clever one. It just watches, calculating, gauging its odds of success.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"sleeps....... under the earth........ always there........ created me......... waking up"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Oh? and what will this rotman do when he wakes up?”
"rot......everything.......even you.......everything"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Tell me,” he starts, the charred land around him beginning to heal itself. “Why do you burn such beautiful flowers? Are you angry, jealous?…”
“Oh, we aren’t having any of that.”
a clawed hand snatches one of the rotted animals and drags it into the shadows, and it’s teared apart in the most... Unnerving, terrifying way. The figure tosses back its dismembered body. It’s body is under the effects of gentle repose, and is therefore immune to being necromanced for as long as the spell persists.
It inches a bit closer to Julius, as if ready to pounce forward and attack him... but it doesn't. Not yet, at least. The flames grow brighter for a moment... and then it speaks a single word. Its voice is like the bell of a burning temple- loud and echoing, commanding of one's attention, and yet hard to notice over the sound of roaring and crackling flames.
"...HUNGER..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
the emmisarry spreads white mycelial tendrils across the ground, finding a fox, and rotting it, flesh sloughing off bone, mushrooms and lichen replacing fur and meat. the fox trots over to the emmisary
"you......fear........the coming......of.........the......rotman?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Fear… isn’t a proper term for it. I am disgusted. Rot and decay cannot exist without life and growth. You seek only to bring about one of those things.”
"everything......rots.......in.....the end........why.......be....disgusted.......by.......what........you.....cannot......avert?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Gluttony…” he mutters. “devour something else then. This country is my garden, I will not have you destroying and razing my crops like this… I planted that field a decade ago, sowed every seed by hand… and you simply burn it.”
he doesn’t seem to realize this is Helianth- or, well, part of Helianth.
“By the dawn and dusk, you are an idiot… you seek to bring the world, everything living, to rot, yes? That… that in itself is unnatural. It is horrible. Rot should not exist by itself, for that causes only death. Rot must lead to growth, otherwise, once everything is rotten, there will be nothing left.”
"rotman.......was....always there.......will....always.........be there...........function.......of................the.....world..........for....when......the world......is......ready......to...........end"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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It seems to think for a moment, before it speaks again- as crazed and feral as it is, its speech has an odd eloquence to it.
"...WHERE, THEN?.. WHERE ELSE IS AS BOUNTIFUL... WHERE ELSE IS AS VAST... WHERE ELSE HAS AS MUCH FLAMMABLE DECAY... AS HERE?.. SHOW ME SUCH A PLACE... SO I MAY FEAST UNDISTURBED... OR I SHALL CONTINUE TO FEAST HERE..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)